You can tell the world you never was my girl,
You can burn my clothes up when I'm gone,
You can tell your friends just what a fool I've been,
And laugh and joke about me on the phone.
You can tell my arms go back to the farm,
You can tell my feet to hit the floor,
Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips,
They won't be reaching out for you no more.
But don't tell my heart,
My achy breaky heart,
I just don't think he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart,
My achy breaky heart,
He might blow up and kill this man.
You can tell your Ma I moved to
You can tell your dog to bite my leg,
Or tell your brother Cliff whose fist can tell my lip,
He never really liked me anyway.
Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please,
Myself already knows I'm not O.K.,
Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind,
It might be walking out on me today.
But don't tell my heart,
My achy breaky heart,
I just don't think he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart,
My achy breaky heart,
He might blow up and kill this man.
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Hi my friends,
I'm happy, I'm back again to posting and to a great Internet connection, every day from now on. I'll visit your blogs, your sites and FB, SU and all the other social sites now more often than I could before on our travels - it was just not always possible. But, you know my story - and it's not an excuse :)
Just to visit all your wonderful blogs that I do follow is a big job, I think I will reduce this "work" to once a week or so... o.k., maybe twice per week... so be patient and stay with me!
Life is not just blogging, right...? :) We, Dave and I, have to build up a new business too to make the money back in again that we spent on our travels..... *smile*....
I wish you all a GREAT long weekend and see you next week again.
Susanne
Oh, btw... don't forget, tomorrow is "My wordless Sunday" again. Come by and be speechless...*smile*... :)
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